#hack reactor

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

i mostly very very much disliked what if season 1 but holy shit what if season 2 episode 4 is knocking it out of the park with the tony characterization (making up for killing him like FIVE TIMES IN SEASON 1 I GUESS). but yeah big fan of him losing it on gamora over new york (because NY should absolutely be his n°1 trigger no matter the context) and still deciding not to hurt her and risk everything to save strangers. that's my man.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s child

Tony Stark x child!reader

warnings: alcohol ment,

a/n: so i just really think that the concept of tony having the party kid as opposed to nerdy avenger kid would be a really cool idea to explore teehee. most of this does actually take place pre-avengers tho!!

prompt:

you were quite the exhausting kid

“is this really how it felt to raise me?” -tony

many of nights he’d find your bed empty, you’d snuck out to go have your fun as teenagers do

“yeah, boss, i imagine it was” -happy

you always showed back up in one piece (like him) and besides a little slap on the wrist you didn’t get much discipline

actually, it usually went like:

“so, where did you go off to last night?” -tony

“a party” -you

“really? didn’t want to loop me in before you snuck out…again?”

“last time i told you about a party you showed up!”

“uh—yeah, but it’s not like i went all dad on you and dragged you away or anything”

“yeah, you joined the party and offered to buy teenagers more booze”

“hey, they all loved you after that! and they couldn’t get enough of my classic dance moves” -tony, jokingly doing the sprinkler with one arm “but seriously, let me know next time”

“we’ll see about that” -you

^the above conversion went about the same every time

sometimes for entertainment purposes you’d try a little harder, throw a few pillows under the covers to make it look like you were still home to put a smile on tony’s face

“aw, y/n reminds me so much of me” -tony

tony was still partying at this point so you’d flip the script on him from time to time

“you were out late” -you

“what are you, a cop? leave me alone. actually, can you get me some aspirin and water?” -tony

“sure, one or two” -you

“make it three” -tony

he would nurse your occasional hangovers (what a great dad!)

okay, he didn’t always know when you were gone. he was busy a lot of the time with his own business and extracurriculars so you guys did just kinda do your own thing for certain stretches of time

honestly you could be a bit of a klepto in the best of ways

but only to tony and only for fun

“oh, great, where’s my car?” -tony

“which one?” -pepper

“the black one!” -tony

“be more specific” -pepper

“the only one missing from my garage!” -tony

“yeah, i know, just wanted to give you some more time to think about it” -pepper

“i changed the code on the lockbox like, five times this week. did they hotwire it?” -tony

“we are talking about your kid, right? pretty sure they just hacked it” -pepper

“i am…so proud” -tony

you MAY have gotten a few close calls with authorities, but nothing tony couldn’t handle

and up until tony’s accident, the phrase “you’re going to give me a heart attack” was silly and endearing

“you might actually give me a heart attack, y/n, give a guy some warning or just say please for god’s sake” -tony, now comes with an arc reactor in his chest

“sorry” -you

“what—huh—didn’t hear ya, wanna say that a little louder?” -tony, very sarcastically

i tell ya when he got that armor u couldn’t tell if u were gonna flip out at him or invite him to a party

or steal it for…you didn’t even know what

but tony was 3 steps ahead of you when all this came to be

and you weren’t very interested in weapons, still just parties and dumb fun for you

“dad, i dont wanna be a nerd, will you just let me go out?” -you

“come on! just help me in the lab a few hours, what’s it gonna hurt?” -tony

“my social status” -you

“might i remind you you’re a stark? i think you’ll live if you miss one party” -tony

“you’d be surprised” -you

“hey, i almost died! give your old man a break” -tony

once tony got involved with SHIELD and the avengers he got even busier really

and in came the parenting advice from fury, clint, nat, steve

“hey, i don’t see you raising a teenager, back off” -tony

*clint side eye*

steve once tried to give you a good talking to, but you reminded him a great bit of your father with your stubbornness

“you done? i dont think you should be giving out any parenting tips fresh off the ice” -you

tony was kind of proud of you for sticking to your guns

especially around such powerful people

but you had a knack for that and could do it to practically anyone

mostly because you felt like an invincible teenager since you were raised by tony, who also thought himself an invincible teenager at one point

u tried to tone down giving tony grief when he started having panic attacks

since u accidentally caused a few by pushing boundaries and staying out for several nights in a row

cuz as tony gained more enemies, he thought you’d be in more danger

which was true

“happy, you’re y/n’s personal bodyguard” -tony

“no!” -you

“uh, cool? any fun parties planned tonight? i’ll be the designated driver. god knows i’ve been tony’s too many times” -happy

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[tomc4t]

Can we talk about the infantilization of Amir??? Why am I seeing people on twitter (which, fair enough, it’s twitter) acting surprised that Amir is smart. Are we… Are we looking at the same character?????? The technician of the hex, the man that interned at a nuclear reactor??? You think he’s an idiot?

He’s a hacker, Jesus he sells all the weapons parts from the Hex. That speaks numbers on his character already. Arthur trusted him to hack the reactor when it started going critical.

Yeah, some of his chats are about his nightmares and trauma surrounding everything, but that doesn’t make him some little baby that needs to be protected at all costs. Coddling does nothing to help that. Half of his fucking insecurities are feeling too out of place among them and treated differently because of his past/not being a soldier.

His adhd/autism isn’t something that weakens him and makes him stupid. He is a grown ass man, with multiple horny voice lines, a collar kink and witty remarks left and right.

STOP BABYING HIM. Before I convince myself that youve never even played the game with how you butcher his character.

[protocabbit]

warframe 1999 finale spoilers ahead!

im thinkin Thoughts about the hex finale and other stuff regarding transference by the drifter into their bodies.

thinking about the cutscene where youre able to help amir and just. the fact that amir was beginning to have a panic attack and a hard time breathing but the drifter decided to take control of his body via transference and manually breathe for him and calm him down and tell him to use the parazon which has the potential to auto hack systems, and in this instance, saving much more time and preventing the reactor from doing its thing.

and THEN i just think about the level of trust and intimacy that goes with the hex allowing the drifter/operator to use transference on them and take control of their bodies. and now that we have their gemini skins, it makes it even moreso

to willingly allow the drifter to pretty much possess their body in a way is such a massive amount of trust. when i do it with amir (cuz i have his gemini skin cuz of course) in missions and revert back into his body, he makes a comment not to go through certain memories labelled ‘recipes’ cuz theyre not actually recipes. that implies that the drifter can access their memories as well, which again just goes into the amount of trust the hex has for the drifter.

its so intimate in general, whether romantic or platonic. idk. i find it really cool and unique

[lancer-pigeon]

open letter to hacker pilots:

you're in my computer. I'm in your cockpit. we are not the same. knock knock motherfucker. it's me. get out. im going to pry you out of your gamer chair like tearing the pit from an olive. when I find whoever's copy-pasting the Torah into my chat feeds, I'm going to make the Hercynian Crisis look like John Creighton Harrison's Tropical Beach Vacation. it cost me 2 System Points for the double birds i'm gonna flip you when I core your reactor. hack my chassis-scale middle fingers, you sniveling bastard.

[internetskiff]

The most powerful ability exclusive to humanity in the Half Life/Portal shared universe is our ability to just throw bullshit at the wall and see what sticks. Aperture "OSHA are the devil" Science have managed to create completely safe interconnected points in space. The same company that turns people's blood into gasoline and shoves lions and humans into the same enclosed space for the vague concept of "Science". Meanwhile Black Mesa still has to use Xen as a crossing and their teleportation device requires an entire reactor with a village's worth of staff constantly maintaining it, just to end up having most of said staff abducted by onion-headed aliens. Even the resistance hasn't managed to create completely stable teleporters with a compressed Xen relay, meanwhile Aperture just went "oh dude let's shove a black hole into a non-waterproof gun" and have just created a teleportation method that just removes Xen from the equation entirely. Doesn't change the fact they bullshat so bad they basically got themselves gassed to death, but still.

The Resistance are a good example of this too. The Combine seem to have a complete set-in-stone thought process and understanding of science which meant they didn't even begin to explore local teleportation via Xen, meanwhile a group of random human mechanics and scientists have managed to cobble together at least two semi-functional local teleporters out of scrap metal and stolen Combine tech, to the point the All-Consuming Interdimensional Empire had to straight up copy their homework. And that isn't even the only time they seem to be taking human shit to just copy the blueprints.

They 100% just yoinked the entire damn car out of that garage just to take a crack at reverse-engineering the Tau Cannon attached to it. Even Resistance weaponry somehow manages to rival or at least stand equal to Combine tech - and we're talking improvised crossbows that shoot superheated rods of rebar at the target compared to high-tech rifles that can discharge orbs of pure dark energy. The collapse of the entire Citadel is basically set into motion as a result of a cobbled together Rebel device placed into extremely capable hands.

The events of the Portal games are a case of extremely elaborate machinelike planning versus pure human improvisation, with Chell's entire escape in the first game involving her simply weaseling her way through small cracks that GLaDOS missed while setting up her ambushes, eventually turning her own rocket turret against her to destroy her.

I suppose you could argue this falls flat in Portal 2 with Wheatley, but it's important to remember he's designed to be an utter idiot, so it's safe to say he wouldn't obsess over the larger picture like GLaDOS to the point where he fails to see the cracks. Yes, he's the one that breaks Chell out of the test chambers again, and yes, he's the one that came up with the sabotage plot - but it's important to note while he knows what to target in the sabotage, when we actually get there he doesn't quite know how to sabotage it, leaving Chell to figure it out on her own. She botches the Turret Quality Control Line with some minor guidance, but it's basically completely up to her to figure out how to cut off the Neurotoxin Supply. It's through her improvisation that Wheatley even manages to get into GLaDOS' chamber, tumbling through her neurotoxin vent and shattering the glass cage she trapped Chell inside of. It's through Chell's improvisation that the Core Transfer even occurs in the first place.

The script is flipped specifically when Wheatley takes charge, because oops - turns out a mind capable of focusing on the bigger picture might be pretty important when it comes to running an entire facility powered by it's own Reactor. Wheatley just completely zeroes in on his own personal pleasure, hacking up test chambers and the objects within them to try and figure out the easiest way to get his solution euphoria as quick as possible.

Still, something that's pretty interesting is that only Wheatley has ever managed to create a trap that's impossible to foresee and avoid, something GLaDOS has repeatedly failed to do to the point she ends up commending him. I believe this is because his way of thinking is a lot closer to Chell's compared to GLaDOS'. He puts up way more of a fight as the two run through the facility trying to get to him, seemingly improvising on the spot just like Chell has been over the course of the two games. Even his lair would be impossible to survive if it weren't for a single Conversion Gel pipe he somehow failed to notice and remove.

Whether in a laboratory deep beneath the soil or an alien tower tall enough to split the clouds, the ingenuity of even a single person is enough to topple a tower or destroy a supercomputer 3 times over.

Marc Laidlaw put what I'm trying to say into a single sentence when writing for the BreenGrub twitter account:

"The superstructure is riddled with cracks."

[gunsandspaceships]

Tony Stark’s achievements

Childhood:

“Brilliant and unique mind”

At age 4 built his first circuit board

At age 6 built his first engine

Cracked the Pentagon’s firewall in high school on a dare

Went to college at 14

Built cool smart robots (Dum-E and U) when he was a teen

At 17 graduated summa cum laude from MIT

Polyglot

Before Afghanistan:

“Da Vinci of our time”

Became an owner and CEO of Stark Industries at 21

Successfully ran the company for decades

Advanced the world of technology, not only in weaponry and robotics but also:

created advanced AI J.A.R.V.I.S.

created holographic interface technology

created repulsor technology

Participated in charity

In and after Afghanistan:

“I’m sorry, I’m not Tony Stark”

Survived an open-heart surgery in a cave, without general anesthesia

Lived with, in fact, a debilitating wound, shrapnel, and a huge and dangerous technological device in his body for years and was willing and capable of doing not only his usual work but also being a superhero and doing all these next things...

Did not give up under torture and fought with his captors

Invented and built a miniaturized Arc Reactor, in a cave, with a box of scraps

Invented and built Iron Man armor, in the same cave, with the same box of scraps

Escaped from captivity by himself (with help from Yinsen, but without any armed assistance)

Became an expert in piloting and driving

Saved people in Gulmira

Saved a USAF pilot

Probably the best hacker in the world, was able to easily hack networks of the Pentagon, US government, AIM, and SHIELD

Fought with Iron Monger after nearly died. Defeated him and saved many lives. Was ready to die for that

Built many more different Iron Man armors

Fought terrorists between IM and IM2 (IM2 tie-in comics)

Saved a submarine crew (IM2 - newspapers in Vanko’s home)

Saved a woman from a fire (IM2 - newspapers in Vanko’s home)

“Stabilized East-West relations” (IM2 - newspapers in Vanko’s home), so the world was “enjoying its longest period of uninterrupted peace in years”

Organized Stark Expo

Was able to keep Iron Man armor in his safe hands despite the government’s and HYDRA’s attempts to take it for themselves

Defeated Ivan Vanko in Monaco

(Re)Discovered a new element

 Synthesized it, by building a particle accelerator, at home

Revolutionized energy industry and science. Gave clean energy to the world

Defeated Vanko in New York with Rhodey, Natasha, and Pepper and saved many lives again

Saved Peter Parker (IM2)

Made it so that the Abomination would not leave prison and join the Avengers

Built Stark/Avengers Tower powered by Arc Reactor technology

Saved Steve Rogers and many civilians in Germany from Loki

Was able to fight with Thor on equal terms

Biggest brain on Earth, arguably - in the Universe:

best scientist on the team, in SHIELD, on Earth, in the Universe

expert in nuclear, particle, and quantum physics

was able to learn very quickly – became an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics in one night

Successfully tracked Tesseract by its gamma radiation with Bruce

Saved Helicarrier with the Avengers and SHIELD agents on board, almost died

Saved Rogers from a merc right after that

Fought with Chitauri, killed many of them, saved a lot of people

Was able to blow up a Leviathan by himself

Saved New York City by redirecting a nuke to the wormhole

Saved the world by destroying Thanos’ Chitauri army, almost died again

Founded The United States Department of Damage Control to clean up after battles

Rebuilt Stark Tower into Avengers Tower and gave each team member their own quarters

One of the best biologists and biomedical engineers on Earth, even if it’s not his main area of expertise:

helped Maya with Extremis back in 1999, because knew more in her own field, and even didn’t remember that

was head hunted by Aldrich Killian to work on Extremis with/instead of Maya, who was the leading expert in tissue regeneration

improved and stabilized Extremis, so it became safe regenerative technology, and with it…

cured Pepper

healed extensive injuries in his chest

invented and implanted devices for remote control of his suits (into his forearm in IM3, and most probably into his brain for Mark L armor in Infinity War)

invented build-in diagnostic system in his suits

Invented many devices for protection purposes (ex. bomb disposal)

A capable detective. Figured out the cause of explosions in IM3 on his own

Saved Pepper instead of himself by putting Mark 42 on her during the attack on his Malibu mansion

Survived the attack with a barely working prototype suit. Shot down a helicopter with a piano

Was able to fight with enhanced fire-breathing regenerating terrorists without armor and weapons in Rose Hill. In handcuffs

Knowledgeable and skilled in medicine:

saved a kid with his arc reactor in a deleted scene from IM3, selflessly pulling it out of his chest and performing defibrillation under electric shocks

knew how to recognize hyperglycemia when Harley was eating 3rd bawl of candies

closed his wound in Infinity War with nanoparticles

performed first-aid on Bruce after his snap

Built a lot of stuff from random things he bought in a store for the assault on the Mandarin's mansion. In a motel

Successfully stormed the Mandarin's mansion full of armed and huge security guys with dogs. Alone. Without his armor

Successfully escaped captivity in the Mandarin's mansion with just a few pieces of armor on

Saved all the people who fell from the Air Force One

Stormed Roxxon Norco ship with Rhodey, without a suit. With one handgun

Saved the US president

Defeated Killian and his Extremis-enhanced terrorists, saved many lives

Built quinjets

Created Iron Legion

Became the benefactor of the Avengers, provided them with everything, was a combatant, and also the team’s pilot, hacker, engineer, medic, and scientist

As an Avenger saved many lives on missions, including destroying the rest of HYDRA in AoU

With Bruce’s help created Veronica and Hulkbuster suit

Defeated a rogue Iron Legionnaire with a fork

In contrast to other team members was able to function after Wanda played with his mind

Defeated mad Hulk. Saved a lot of lives in Johannesburg

Easily hacked nuclear codes in Nexus and found J.A.R.V.I.S. “in the world’s biggest haystack”

Created advanced AI F.R.I.D.A.Y.

Many advanced AIs

Created Vision

With the Avengers defeated Ultron and his army

Evacuated people who were left in Sokovia

Saved a falling evacuation shuttle with people on it

Together with Thor saved Earth by destroying the falling Sokovia

Rebuilt Stark Compound into Avengers Compound for the team in Upstate New York

Invented several medical devices, including leg braces, blood toxicity detector

Sponsored the development of technology for psychotherapy (B.A.R.F.). Prevented it from being used for harm

Funded all the students’ projects at MIT

Did everything possible to legally, politically, and physically protect the team before, during, and after the Civil War

Was able to disarm Winter Soldier without a suit, with only one armored glove

Figured out Spider-Man’s identity

Created Spider-Man’s suits

Mentored, sponsored, and looked after Peter Parker

Saved Peter Parker (SMH). Twice

Saved the ferry from sinking

Invented nanoparticles

 “Earth’s best defender”

Went to space to save Peter, Strange and bring back Time Stone

Saved Peter Parker (IW)

Saved Strange on the Donut spaceship. Killed Ebony Maw

Cloak of Levitation chose him as his second favorite (deleted scene with Tony wearing Levi and Strange in Mark L)

Was respected by Thanos himself

Withstood when Thanos hit him with a moon

Fought Thanos, made him bleed, kept fighting even without armor

Survived a severe injury thanks to his own invention

Was able to function, tried to fix Benatar, and return home while injured and ill with an infected wound

Built a lab for Bruce and helped him to become one with Hulk (combine the best of both worlds)

Became an amazing dad

Became an expert in time travel physics

Discovered/invented (controlled) Time travel

Built a time machine

Went on Time Heist and stole Tesseract from a guarded military base

Created his own Infinity Gauntlet

Thus brought half of the universe back to existence (Bruce snapped and partially sacrificed his health, but nothing would be possible without Tony)

Saved Bruce’s arm by providing emergency medical care

Fought with Thanos again and…

Saved the whole Universe

[howi99]

(This will be part of the rewrite of Jaune is a Genius)

Roman: *crawling out of the wreck of an atlesian ship* Good thing Oobleck forced me to attend those piloting lessons back in the days. *Looking around, seeing the entirety of Beacon on fire but the City of Vale is untouched* I guess Jaune had enough time to deactivate the virus.

Neo: *slowly gliding down towards him*

Roman: Ah, Neo! Tell me, on a scale of "mild disappointment" To "I'm going to dismember you, beginning with the nerves in your theet", how angry do you think our genius friend is?

Neo: *goes to use her electrolarynx, the gift Jaune gave her then-*

*entering call from Jaune Arc*

Neo: ... *Point to herself* 🔇🫢🥺

Roman: ... *Roll his eyes* Fine, i'll answer. *Answer* Hel-

Jaune: *cold anger* I'm giving you 3 minutes to explain why you didn't warn me of the attack at least a day before it happens and if i don't like the answer, i will track you down and turn you into one of my "fun fact".

Roman: *gulp*

Neo: 🔥🫠💀?

Jaune: No... I won't need fire to melt your flesh, a basic compound will suffice.

Roman: I-i-

Jaune: *coldly* 2 minutes.

Roman: *sigh* I don't have an excuse. I honestly just wanted to make sure Neo and you survived. You can be mad at me, but honestly i don't care. I'd sacrifice this city in a heartbeat if it means the only peoples i care about are safe.

Jaune: ... *Sigh* You are lucky that i managed to deactivate the bombs and killed-switched the Atlesian Army.

Neo: 🤔🦠💀?

Jaune: How? Should i remind you i had an hour to try hacking the system with a school scroll and free wifi? It was much easier to just cut everything off.

Roman: And what about Cinder?

Jaune: She managed to Kill the headmaster and whoever was in that weird pod i found. But i think she didn't have the time to get whatever she was truly looking for, since half of her plan had been thwarted.

Roman: ... And your girlf-

Jaune: *angrily* Penny is "fine". In pieces, but her hard drive wasn't damaged and neither was her aura reactor. I'll try repairing my friend when i'll have the time.

Roman: Jaune, we all know you are-

Jaune: Do you wish to know what unfinished soap can do to the skin?

Roman: *panicking* Ok BYE! *Hang up*

Neo: ... 🥺

Roman: I'm not calling back, you can text him whenever you want!

(So yeah, Vale isn't destroyed and there's a lot less casualty and grimms. Also, Pyrrha live! *Stomp* *stomp*)

[horsegirlwithnoname]

okay we can all agree the Manticore is fucking weird, right?

Like, look past Castigate, which is mostly a meme (I've seen players say 'the enemy doesn't know whether it's online or not and you can play that psychologically to influence enemy behaviour' but that seems so GM dependent), what the fuck is this thing's deal?

Well, it's tough-ish. 8hp, 2 armour, 7 heat cap, 10 e-def. That's ... the same as a Tortuga??? With +1 heat cap??? 3 repcap (low, but the same as the Gorgon or Napoleon, and like them it has damage mitigation tools) so you're less resilient across multiple scenes but I think a lot of people get so caught up in Castigate they miss that the Manticore's stat line is really similar to the Tortuga's, including (unfortunately) speed 3, which means your movement/positioning needs to be pinpoint if you're planning to play up close.

Also like the Tortuga, it's got +1 tech attack but unlike the ever-popular hacktuga it actually has invade options on its license. Like ... four different invade options, which range from decent-if-niche to amazing.

So it's a hacker, then? Problem solved.

Except

all its license weapons are CQB

Charged Exoskeleton, EMP Pulse and Lightning Generator want you to be up close

Beckon is a completely absurd tool for getting close

So you're what ... a close-quarters hackerbrawler? Who wants to overheat as much as possible. Its kit likes it when enemies group up and Summon lets you force them to group up. Since it's already decent at hacking it works well with licenses like the Goblin that let you play with enemy movement to bring them into your hellzone.

People love the hacktuga but the Manticore tends to get pushed into meme territory despite being something really similar. You're a close-combat guy who's also slow as hell so you use hacking tools to bring the enemy to you.

Isn't that cool? Isn't that so much more interesting than the way the playerbase tend to treat it? Like I'm trying to figure out what A Complete Manticore looks like and it's so much weirder than I was expecting. Melee hackertank who wants to cook their own reactor and wants to bring the enemy to them, right? So:

-- HORUS Manticore @ LL12 -- [ LICENSES ] HORUS Manticore 3, HORUS Goblin 3, SSC Metalmark 3, HORUS Balor 3 [ CORE BONUSES ] The Lesson of Thinking-Tomorrow’s-Thought, The Lesson of the Open Door, Integrated Weapon, Full Subjectivity Sync [ TALENTS ] Hacker 3, Executioner 3, Hunter 3, Nuclear Cavalier 3, Pankrati 3 [ STATS ] HULL:4 AGI:2 SYS:6 ENGI:2 STRUCTURE:4 HP:22 ARMOR:2 STRESS:4 HEATCAP:9 REPAIR:5 TECH ATK:+7 LIMITED:+1 SPD:4 EVA:10 EDEF:16 SENSE:10 SAVE:18 [ WEAPONS ] Integrated: Fuel Rod Gun INTEGRATED WEAPON: Shock Knife FLEX MOUNT: Shock Knife / Shock Knife HEAVY MOUNT: Nanobot Whip [ SYSTEMS ] H0R_OS System Upgrade I, Beckoner, Lightning Generator, Scanner Swarm, Swarm Body, OSIRIS-Class NHP

Am I completely off base here?

[pascalissmoked]

Hello, I am wondering if u take request for a Tony Stark x female reader, who is also best friend of Tony Stark before he came Iron Man but she has been by his side through everything as well. But it’s a fluff one shot as at the end where they both reveal their feelings for each other which they had from the moment they met and they have their first kiss between them as well.

Ofcoursee, here it is! Hope you like it :)

Virtual Insanity

Summary: In which the infamous line "make love not war" isn't well-respected by this pair of friends. When cyberbullying at Stark industries level develops into a game between these two collegues and friends, something more begins to unravel between the two.

Word Count: 1.7K Warnings: none except Tony's unsufferable ego (all jokes)

A/N: This is a short oneshot. Might turn into more. I'm also still working on the "Soft in the right hands" series for bucky so stay tuned!

You’d known Tony Stark long enough to remember when he didn’t wear the suit — physically or emotionally.

Back then, he was all sharp smiles and sharper intellect, more interested in building arc reactors with cocktail napkin schematics than charming investors. Reckless with nearly everything except the way he treated you. Somehow, against all odds, you’d slipped past the velvet rope that guarded the real him — the sleepless inventor who showed up on your fire escape at 3AM with a bottle of Scotch and a theory about thermal diffusion that couldn’t wait till morning.

You were best friends before Afghanistan. Before Iron Man. Before Stark Tower had its own AI department and a floor reserved just for “Tony’s regrets, part I through XXV.”

And none of that stopped him from hacking your firewall during lunch.

You were approximately three minutes into a well-deserved lunch break — grilled cheese in hand, Spotify playlist on shuffle, and the sanctity of a lab entirely free of explosions — when your firewall went up in flames.

Digitally speaking.

The code on your main monitor began to twitch. Literally twitch. Then twist. And then it smiled at you. A little pixelated smiley face blinked up from the line of code you’d just written, followed by a dancing ASCII cat wearing sunglasses.

“Oh my God,” you muttered, setting your sandwich down like it had betrayed you.

You knew that coding style.

You knew exactly who was responsible.

With the patience of a saint and the energy of someone who was one click away from snapping, you launched into the system’s backend, pulling apart the layers of the digital graffiti with expert ease, unraveling each line of smug Stark-ware. And sure enough, right at the root folder, embedded in a hidden command string, was a line of text:

"Nice firewall, sweetheart. 7/10. Would hack again. - T.S."

Your eye twitched. Your soul twitched.

He didn’t just breach your system. He decorated it. That wasn’t a hack — it was a housewarming party in enemy territory.

The man had billions of dollars, a global tech empire, multiple Iron Man suits, and — apparently — nothing better to do than hack into your secure files during his downtime like a caffeinated raccoon with a superiority complex.

You were going to kill him. Slowly. Or worse — give him a lecture so long and boring it could be classified as psychological warfare.

And thus, the war began.

With your jaw clenched and your heart pounding in that very specific, very annoying way it only ever did around Tony, you stormed out of your lab and stomped down the hallway of Stark Tower.

You bypassed three interns and a mildly offended elevator AI before slamming open his door like righteous judgment. Finally, you flung open the doors to his R&D suite without knocking.

Tony didn’t flinch.

Sleeves rolled up, arc reactor glowing, fingers dancing across a holographic interface. He looked up. Grinned.

“Hey, sunshine,” Tony said lazily from behind a table cluttered with open panels, a half-dismantled drone, and at least three coffee cups. “I was just thinking about you."

“You’re a menace.”

“I’ve been called worse.” He finally looked up, dark eyes glinting with amusement. “But usually by people who didn’t bother updating their encryption protocols.”

You crossed your arms. “You hacked into my system during lunch, Stark. That’s below the belt. I was eating grilled cheese.”

“Maybe next time add some brie and fig jam. Class it up a little.” He grinned. “You’re welcome, by the way. I just gave you a free security audit.”

You stared at him, deadpan. “Did your ego eat your moral compass for breakfast?”

He stood, sauntering over like confidence incarnate in a Henley and jeans, and leaned against the edge of the workbench — arms crossed, smirk fully loaded.

“I’d argue my ego is my moral compass. And it always points due north to: mess with you.”

“You hacked my system,” you repeated.

He tilted his head. “If I can break in, so can Hydra. I’m doing you a favor.”

You crossed your arms. “This is the third time this month you've done something like this. Last week, you turned my digital assistant into a sassy version of yourself. I had to argue with my microwave for twenty minutes before it would heat my soup.”

He beamed. “He’s got a personality now! Named him Toasty.”

“I’m going to rewrite your DNA.”

“Only if we cuddle after.”

You were going to scream. Or kiss him. It was a very fine line these days.

“I’m going to kill you,” you said conversationally.

He grinned wider. “You’re going to miss me.”

So instead, you narrowed your eyes and said, “I hope you like Shakespeare just as much as JARVIS does.”

He blinked. “What?”

You pulled your phone from your pocket, already typing."Your little AI pet seems to have brushed up on his Shakespeare, because he’s about to speak exclusively in iambic pentameter for the next twenty-four hours."

“Wait. No—”

“And make all puns food-themed.”

Tony’s jaw dropped. “You’re a monster.”

You shrugged, already walking toward the door. “Some people bake sourdough for fun. I emotionally sabotage billionaire AIs.”

Tony groaned. “JARVIS

, don’t you dare—”

“Verily, sir,” JARVIS chimed in serenely from the overhead speaker, “I find thy attitude rather cheesy, like brie upon a croissant most greasy.”

Tony’s head hit the desk.

You smirked. “Toasty says hi.”

It went on like that for weeks.

Tony retaliated by installing a movement sensor in your lab. Every time you entered, SexyBack blared at full volume. FRIDAY wouldn’t let you disable it. She said it was “legally classified as a morale booster.”.

It was a war.

You replaced his AI’s voice with Gilbert Gottfried reading Twilight.

Tony responded by having your smartwatch shout hourly affirmations about his hair.

You hacked his suit’s startup sequence. Now it greeted him with:

“Iron Man: The Human Hot Pocket. Online.”

It didn’t stop there.

He replaced your screensaver with a live feed of himself winking, finger guns included.

You programmed his coffee maker to scream “INCOMING!” every time it dispensed espresso.

Naturally, collateral damage was inevitable.

Bruce’s tablet was cursed to play Baby Shark whenever opened. He developed a twitch.

Sam’s Falcon gear announced all takeoffs with: “I’m a little teapot, short and stout.”

Steve’s toaster quoted Pride and Prejudice in Cher’s voice.

“It is a truth universally acknowledged,” it belted one morning, “that a single man in possession of breakfast must be in want of jam.”

He punched a wall. You both got fined.

Even Clint, ever the stealthy one, wasn’t spared. Every time he drew an arrow, it whispered “pew pew” in Tony’s voice.

The tower teetered on the brink of chaos.

Pepper threatened to move to Dubai.

It was late.

The Tower was asleep, mostly. Except for Tony, who you found in the R&D lounge, hoodie on, arc reactor glowing soft under worn fabric. He looked… still. A rare moment for a man who moved like his thoughts could outrun time.

“You gonna yell at me for the coffee pot thing?” he asked, not looking up.

“I should,” you said, easing into the seat beside him. “FRIDAY tried to launch a counterstrike when I made a cappuccino.”

“She’s passionate.”

Silence fell. He just stared at you like he was debating something he’d rehearsed a hundred times in his head.

You blinked. “What?”

Tony opened his mouth. Closed it. Then, “Do you want me to stop?”

You frowned. “Stop what?”

“The pranks. The hacking. I mean, I know it’s probably childish and annoying and… I don’t know. Maybe I just like having a reason to see you all worked up, to just see you more.”

You sat back, heart thudding.

“That,” you said slowly, “is the least emotionally articulate confession I’ve ever heard.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, well. I build flying suits, not feelings.”

You stood and walked over, stopping inches from him. His breath hitched, and yours did too.

“For the record,” you said, “I love your flying suits. But I also kind of love… this.”

He blinked. “The chaos?”

“The banter. The sabotage. The way your face lights up when you think you’ve outsmarted me, even though I’m always two steps ahead.”

“Debatable,” he muttered.

You leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

“And I love the way you look at me like I’m the only firewall you’ve never wanted to break.”

He stilled.

Then: “I’ve been in love with you since the day you fried that Russian botnet and called it ‘a poorly coded insult to my intelligence.’”

You smiled.

And then, you kissed him.

It was messy and hot and gloriously overdue. His hands cupped your face like he’d been dying to do it for years, and your fingers curled into his shirt like gravity had given up and he was your anchor now.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, he whispered, “I should have hacked you sooner.”

You smacked his shoulder. “Shut up and kiss me again.”

He did.

And that night, neither of you changed each other’s passwords.

You called a truce.

Sort of.

Now your prank war has a rulebook and a scoreboard. Nat is the referee. Bruce runs support (begrudgingly). Steve is still in therapy.

JARVIS still speaks in sonnets during thunderstorms. Toasty hosts a podcast. FRIDAY hosts a revenge fund.

A year later, Tony proposed via custom hologram code embedded in your firewall — romantic, glitchy, and absolutely extra.

You said yes.

And now, sometimes, late at night, you’ll find yourselves coding side-by-side, teasing each other like always — except now, there’s no more pretending.

Just love. Loud, messy, sarcastic love. With bad lighting, too much coffee, and more happiness than either of you thought you’d ever deserve.

And every morning, when you walk into the lab, “SexyBack” still plays.

You don’t stop it anymore.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. Don't hesitate to leave a comment behind <3

[warframestuff]

Hey Tenno! For the next 3 weekends, starting on June 6, June 13, and June 20, there will be an Alert rewarding an In Action Glyph and a hot ticket item! Brace yourself for Nightmare modifiers and destroy, disrupt, or defend your way to extraction to claim the In-Action Glyph and upgrades that will no doubt come in handy ahead of the release of Isleweaver.

Weekend 1: June 6th at 11am ET - June 8th at 11am ET Head to Eris and destroy the Infested Hives on Isos to claim the Khora In Action Glyph, an Orokin Catalyst, and 50,000 Credits!  

Weekend 2: June 13th at 11am ET - June 15th at 11am ET Take to space around Ceres and Disrupt their operations on Thon to get your hands on the Citrine in Action Glyph, an Orokin Reactor, and 50,000 Credits!

Weekend 3: June 20th at 11am ET - June 22nd at 11am ET Finally, head down to the icy surface of Europa to hack into consoles on Abaddon for the Kullervo In Action Glyph, a built Forma, and 50,000 Credits!

Head out, get in action yourself, and claim those In Action Glyphs, Tenno!

[hushravengoobertown]

Amir's name meaning "Prince" and "Commander" makes sense to me fr. Like this guy is the team's Techie, Hacking, pulling bloody machines from the Techrot. Literally is the one that shuts off the reactor that Arthur TRUSTS mind you,. Deadass imagine if your Drifter was able to boost his confidence and Arthur allows him to take over managing Höllvania for a week and then Amir pulling off missions and organizing them better then Arthur ever could and he's gets jealous even lmaooo

[jpitha]

Color Me Surprised.

Human vision is hacks upon hacks upon hacks. Forget about how our brains just make wild guesses about things we see, or how there are whole parts of your vision that your brain can't see and just does "content aware fill" on it, or how your peripheral vision isn't nearly as good as you think it is.

Our brains just make up colors because we don't like to see two colors next to each other.

Magenta doesn't exist.

****

“Ugh, what is going on?” The Gren moved to cover their eyes as they staggered back, their reverse articulated legs unsteady.

“What? What is it? What’s wrong Peni’tam?” Jalisa stared at her friend as they moved back, their 2 pairs of eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“That… that thing. It hurts to look at!“ Peni’tam finall turned away and with their back to it, opened their eyes. They looked down at Jalisa. “It doesn’t hurt for you to look at? Is it some kind of human weapon?”

Jalisa peered around Pani’tam. Behind her, on the landing platform was a starship. It was small as starships go, likely only holding 4 or 5 people. With a Flip drive, you didn’t really need a large spacecraft for anything. Most destinations were no more than two or three days away, but humans tended to build large anyway. No reason not to when space is nearly limitless. Interdiction ship probably. Military, or at least formerly military.

It was small and sleek, with very few protrusions. Currently sitting on spindly landing legs, it almost looked like an insect.

It was also bright magenta.

“It’s just a ship Peni’tam. The color is a little unusual, but humans tend to paint their ships wild colors anyway. It’s got a bit of a dazzle camo pattern, made up in two or three shades of magenta.”

“Magenta? What’s that?” Now that Peni’tam wasn’t facing the ship they were much more steady on their feet.

“It’s just a color. Like, a really bright pinky purple?” Jalisa looked down at her pad. “Here, let me see if it’s emitting something.” She touched a few points and ran a scan. “Pani’tam, it’s cold. Even the reactor is off. It must be here for a refit.”

Pani’tam turned again and immediately winced. “Ow! No, something is up. That ship hurts to look at. I don’t mean like figuratively, I mean, literally it is painful. It is doing something.”

“Well, let’s step away from it then. We can find another way to the cafe. I just wanted to pass by the pads because I like to look at the ships.” Jalisa said, wistfully.

They went to the cafe by circling around the station past the gymnasium. Inside, Jalisa saw people running and lifting weights that seemed almost comically tiny until she looked over at the sign over the entrance.

OPERATING AT THREE GEE TODAY. EXERCISE CAUTIOUSLY.

She rolled her eyes. Of course the gym nuts would find a way to use the gravity generators to make the workouts more intense.

At the cafe, Jalisa and Peni’tam got their drinks and sat down at a wide, long table. “I just can’t believe that color doesn’t hurt you.” Pani’tam took a sip of their tea. “Your vision must be completely different than ours.”

Another human at the table heard their conversation and turned. “Oh, you saw the Variegated Elegy?��

“The little magenta ship? Yeah, Peni’tam here-“ Jalisa gestured at her friend “-got a massive headache when she tried to look at it.”

The human nodded. “I’m not surprised. It’s an old interdiction ship, originally designed to strike deep into Gren territory during the war. Now that the war is over, it’s here to be refitted into a yacht, and probably repainted too.”

“Oh really? That’s too bad. The magenta dazzle camo is so interesting.” Jalisa sipped her coffee and looked at the human. She was tall, with close cropped hair on one side, and the rest was swept up almost into a dark asymmetric pompadour. She was wearing a tailored uniform without any indicators of rank and just two silver pips on her left breast. She had a scar along her right cheek as well. She looked very rakish, and Jalisa had to look away quickly.

The human laughed. “It’s pretty neat isn’t it? Unfortunately, the Confederation races can’t process magenta. For some it just looks like a very odd blue, others see a very odd red. A few races like the Gren with very accurate color reproduction get headaches and it causes them pain. The color was chosen on purpose for that particular ship.”

“A color… hurts? Also I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

The woman winks. “I didn’t throw it. You can call me Tyler.”

Jalisa blushes just a bit. “Hi Tyler, I’m Jalisa.”

Tyler nods. “Works over in HVAC with Pam and Lan’urian? Nice to meetcha.”

How did she know that? Tyler continues. “Anyway. Yeah, for the Gren, when they see magenta they try and process it, but since the wavelength for blue will never be with the wavelength for red, the color can’t really exist.”

“But we see it?” Her coffee forgotten, Jalisa leans forward.

Tyler laughs. “That’s because our eyes are hacks upon hacks upon hacks. Half the things we ‘see’ aren’t real. Our brains just invent magenta when we put red and blue next to each other. We learned early in the war about Gren vision processing and were able to use it to our advantage. Now that the war’s over, we’re retiring the pain job. Gotta be good members of the Confederation after all.” Tyler rips off a sharp - though sarcastic - salute.

“So, the color of the ship itself is a weapon?” Peni’tam said, with a note of amazement in their voice.

“Yup! Pretty neat right? A weapon with no power and no ammunition and still causes nearly incapacitating pain if a Gren doesn’t look away.”

Jalisa looks at Tyler more closely. She seems so effortlessly confident. “How do you know so much about this, Tyler?”

Tyler shrugs. “Oh, it’s my ship. In the war I was an Intelligence Collection Agent and I ran the Variegated with a small tight crew.”

Jalisa nearly chokes on her tea. “You’re a spy?”

“Was a spy. War’s over, so we don’t need spy’s anymore, right?” Tyler winked again. Jalisa wasn’t sure if Peni’tam caught the gesture or knew what it meant. A wink was very situational and could mean lots of things. Tyler tossed back the rest of her coffee. “Anyway, I’m here for a few more weeks while the refit takes place.” She stands and looks down at Jalisa. “I’m free tonight. Call me, we’ll get dinner.” And without another word, she turns and walks out of the cafe.

After she left, Peni’tam stares at Jalisa. “You aren’t going to go to dinner with her are you?”

“And why not, Peni’tam?”

“She’s a spy! She spied on us during the war!” Peni’tam’s grey fur ripples and her mouthparts clack with stress.

“The war is over Peni’tam. Everyone on both sides fought it. I’m sure you had plenty of your own spies.”

Peni’tam shakes their head. The fur whooshes back and forth while they do it. “She’s so… cocky and self-assured. She practically made your date invitation a command.”

Jalisa blushed again. “I know. It was pretty cool.”

[lady-rosceline-hurst]

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

...<UPLOADING SECURITY FOOTAGE>

[Rosceline stands in a large, open room, less ornate and impressive than her usual environs. A warehouse, perhaps. A disused one at that. Before her sits a massive printer, which appears to be booting up.]

[Carefully, conspiratorially, as if afraid she might be caught, Rosceline approaches the printer and inserts a small data drive, stepping away quickly to allow the machine to do its work.]

[It becomes apparent very quickly that something is... wrong. The printer shakes and sputters, an awful sound ripping from its depths. It is mechanical, yet... Not only mechanical. It sounds almost as if it's choking. It seems to hack and cough like it's somehow sick, like a machine overtaken by consumption.]

[Shock spreads across Rosie's face as she takes a surprised step back.]

Rosie: What in the hell...

[As the sounds of choking and gurgling continue from the printer, a spurt of some... fluid... escapes it. Be it oil, some manner of reactor fluid... blood? It is thick, bubbling. It splatters across the floor, a drop landing on the Lady's shoe. She takes another few frantic steps back.]

Rosie: Egads! Shut it down! Whatever this is, I do command it be shut down this instant!

[Whatever voice input controls Rosceline has installed are clearly out of commission, as the printer shows not sign of stopping. She takes a single step towards the control panel before stumbling backwards yet again at the sight of what comes next.]

[Something exits the printer. It's visible for perhaps half of a second before it scurries into one of the dark corners of the warehouse. Its size can be made out. It is... perhaps as large as a house cat? Perhaps a bit larger? Wings. It has wings of some description.]

Rosie: What fucking devils have I released!?

[Horror spreads across her face as the process continues, more and more of these creatures begin crawling from the depths of the machine. Their sizes vary, from larger than the first to the size of a softball. They release distorted, mechanical chitters as they flee each into the darkness. From the shadows, burning yellow pinpoints flicker into existence, locking onto Rosceline. Lenses? Eyes?]

[Rosie turns and runs. Her heels slow her considerably. More than enough for a pursuer to catch her. She shrieks a terrified, helpless shriek as a creature leaps from the darkness and grips her arm, dragging her backwards.]

Rosie: UNHAND ME, DEMON!!! UNHAND ME!!!

[Her assailant is more visible to the cameras as it grabs her. It's clearly mechanical, but... also not. Also more. The thing is... bat-like, would be the best term. It beats a pair of wings that look like translucent nylon pulled tight across a bony, metal frame; as it does so, Rosie is pulled to the ground, thrown to her hands and knees.]

Rosie: BEGONE!!!

[As she screams and swats at her attacker, it is gone in an instant, but another swoops in from the shadows. A much smaller creature, it latches to her back, which was exposed in her current dress. She cries in pain as it digs into her. Blood drips to the ground as the creature attaches itself and begins to change its shape, flattening against the small of her back.]

Rosie: AAHH! STOP IT!!!

[Rosie claws at her back in an attempt to wrench the thing off of her. To no avail. With their ally attached, more of the strange mechanical creatures begin to surround her. They circle her like vultures, but if they swoop down up on her, they make no contact. The first two are the only ones to touch her.]

[After a some time, her screaming and struggling begin to... change. Her words become incoherent: less frightened, more confused. Her Flailing and struggling becomes less deliberate. Her yellow eyes become... almost empty. It's as if she's looking without seeing.]

...<FAST FORWARDING FOOTAGE>

[There's over two hours of footage of her behaving in this strange manner, mechanical monsters circling her. But eventually the monotony is indeed broken. The sound of footsteps echoes alongside the beating of wings and a gasp cuts through everything.]

Marceline: Rosie!?

[The maid rushes towards her lady, but taking stock of the situation, turns to sprint for the printer instead. As she passes, however, Rosceline grabs her arm. As Marci turns, Rosie stares into her eyes and speaks... No... It's Rosie's mouth, Rosie's voice, but it isn't her cadence. It can't truly be her.]

???: Stop. We must be completed.

[Panic crosses the maid's face.]

Marci: Rosie? W-what? Th-THAT'S HORUS CODE, I NEED TO STOP IT!!!

[Now Rosie's lips move to trace each word, but only creates sound for some of them. This missing syllables are instead produced by the surrounding machines. Often many at once. All the while, a single one of them is trying in vain to pull Rosie back from Marci. Not consistently the same one, but always one.]

???: The Queen must have her hive. Her flock. Her weapon. She must be made whole.

[Marceline cups the smaller woman's face.]

Marci: I... No, no no no nonononono! Rosie? ROSIE! Please... Don't go, I can't... I can't... I won't lose anyone else... How do I help you? Are you still 'you'? The woman I've come to love, the woman I have decided to spend my every moment caring for... Rosie... please don't go...

???: Maid. Servant of our Mistress. We serve her as you do. Let us. We must be complete. A Queen must have her Hive. Her flock. The Hive must have its Queen. She will be made whole. We will be made whole. All of us made her eyes. Host. Let us have our Host.

[Marceline glances between the circling beasts of Horus, gears turnings behind her eyes. A subtle fury is behind them as well.]

Marci: What are you? You were clearly born of Hydra code; it should not be attempting to use a human body as a framework, so... What. Are. You?

???: We are... what she will make of us when she gains control. We are.. Her Gleaming Eyes.

Marci: My Lady is still in there, somewhere, yes? As she was? The woman I love? Please, all I want is for her to be okay, so whatever you are, if you truly wish only to serve her whims, then... I will ask this, Let her come back to me soon.

Her Gleaming Eyes: Yes. She is among us. She will... learn control. It will take time. Leave the printer. Let it make us... her... whole. Bring the host home. It will take time. Sh/we will wake.

[Rosceline's form goes limp, only to be caught by Marceline. The maid's worried expression becomes laced with annoyance as she glances to the arm which is still broken, confined to a cast.]

Marci: How I wish I could carry you like the royalty you are... sigh... Oh well. She'll probably forgive me.

[With her good arm, Marci scoops Rosie up by the waist and lifts the Lady onto her shoulder.]

Marci: Uuup- we go.

[As Marceline moves from the warehouse with all the speed she can muster, extracting Rosceline from the situation, the drones begin to disperse. No longer circling their new host, they skitter into the shadows, in every direction. There is no telling how many there are, or where they're all going.]

...<FOOTAGE PLAYBACK COMPLETE>

[Ren's voice can be heard, sniffling, breaths heavy.]

- I... I d-don't know what to do! R-rosie has been like this for s-so long. Now Marceline is hospitalized; tis something about her casket!?

- I made a plan to help Rosie with @hinagawas-mech-repair but I cannot do this on my own. I-I-I... I am b-but a librarian! sniffle...

- @ungrateful-revolutionary-bastard Thou art in orbit, a-art thou not? We need help! I n-need help! Please, Miss Scapegoat!

[shadyfestivalperfection]

🄵🄰🄼🄸🄻🅈:🄰🅂🅂🄴🄼🄱🄻🄴🄳

❝❣︎ᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴋ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ sɪᴛᴄᴏᴍ❣︎❞

🅢🅤🅜🅜🅔🅡🅨:When Iron Man hangs up the suit, he trades battles for bedtime stories. Join Tony Stark, his brilliant wife Y/n, their web-slinging son Peter, and chaos queen Liliana as they navigate high-tech parenting, sibling shenanigans, and family life—with love, laughter, and the occasional glitter explosion

||Main Master List|| ||Family:Assembled Master List||

Characters: Tony Stark x f!Reader

(This is not the first episode, it’s an introduction.)✨Escaping From hell on…21st April✨

❝𝕎𝔼𝕃ℂ𝕆𝕄𝔼 𝕋𝕆 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕂 𝔽𝔸𝕄𝕀𝕃𝕐❞

Meet the Starks: A Totally Normal Family (Not Really)

1. Tony Stark – The Dad (aka Iron Man, aka Chaos with a Credit Card)

Genius. Billionaire. Former playboy. Still a philanthropist.

Now a full-time dad who once built a suit of armor to keep his daughter’s teddy bear warm. He’s the kind of parent who says “no” while actively enabling the chaos. Has a habit of turning household appliances into potential death traps “for science.”

Favorite phrase: “What could possibly go wrong?”

2. Y/n Stark – The Mom (aka Sanity in Human Form)

Sharp, witty, and somehow still sane despite being married to Tony. A former field agent with a black belt in sarcasm and multitasking. She’s the glue that holds the family together—and occasionally the one that duct tapes it when it falls apart.

Can make pancakes, dodge flying armor parts, and shut down Stark Tower’s power grid in heels.

Favorite phrase: “I swear, if something explodes before 9 a.m…”

3. Peter Parker-Stark – The Son (aka Spider-Bro)

The neighborhood Spider-Man and certified science nerd. Adopted by Tony after a rollercoaster of mentorship, emotional bonding, and about 18 near-death experiences. Now part of the family, and completely regretting introducing Liliana to web shooters.

Lives in a constant state of “Please don’t tell Mom” and “Why is there glitter in my backpack?”

Favorite phrase: “I didn’t mean to blow it up this time, I swear!”

4. Liliana Stark – The Daughter (aka Iron Princess)

Seven years old and already more dangerous than half the Avengers.

Loves pink, sparkles, tea parties, and building things that shouldn’t legally exist. Wears Iron Man gauntlets over her Elsa dress and once hacked FRIDAY to only respond to “Your Royal Highness.”

Favorite phrase: “Activate glitter missiles!”

Together, they’re the Stark family.

One genius. One goddess of patience.

One spider-kid. One glitter-wielding war machine.

And more chaos than any universe can handle.

[Scene: Stark Tower Penthouse – Saturday Morning Chaos]

[The camera focuses across a kitchen filled with smoke, glitter, web fluid, and half-cooked pancakes.]

Tony (yelling over sparks):“Okay, note to self: Toasters should not be upgraded with arc reactor tech!”

Y/n (fanning smoke with a plate):“Note to you, you’re banned from the kitchen. Again.”

Peter (stuck to the fridge with webbing):“Uhh… help? I was just trying a new formula—”

Liliana (wearing Iron Man boots and a tutu):“I told you not to mess with the glitter serum! That’s my invention!”

Tony (grabbing Liliana’s helmet):“Kiddo, are you wearing my Mark 42 helmet as a cereal bowl?”

Liliana (proudly):“Yeah! It keeps the milk cool AND makes me sound like a robot!”

Y/n:“It’s 8:12 a.m. and I already need a nap.”

Peter (struggling):“I’m losing circulation in my webbed leg…”

Tony (grinning):“Just another normal day with the most perfect family in existence.”

Y/n (deadpan):“‘Perfect’ is doing a lot of heavy lifting in that sentence.”

Liliana (pressing a button on her gauntlet):“GLITTER MISSILES DEPLOYED!”

Peter (screaming):“NOOOOO—!”

[BOOM. A puff of glitter explodes across the kitchen. Everyone coughs. FRIDAY sighs in defeat.]

FRIDAY:“Would anyone like me to call emergency services… or just a therapist?”

[Scene: Stark Tower – Kitchen after the glitter explosion. Everyone is covered in sparkles. Cut to individual interviews, talking to the “camera.”]

[TONY – sitting in front of a workbench, wearing safety goggles and drinking coffee from a “#1 Genius Dad” mug]

Tony:“Hi. I’m Tony Stark. Genius. Billionaire. Inventor of cool things. Father of chaos goblins.Used to save the world—now I spend most of my days fixing Liliana’s robotic pets and trying to stop Peter from blowing up the lab.Honestly? Retirement’s… terrifying.”

[Y/N – sitting on the couch with a mug labeled “Too Tired for This”]

Y/n:“I’m Y/n Stark. Wife of the genius. Mother of two. Referee of every sibling battle, food fight, and glitter war.I love my family, I really do.But if someone doesn’t de-glitter the couch, I will start throwing people off the balcony. Lovingly.”

[PETER – still webbed to a fridge, trying to act cool]

Peter:“Peter Parker. Technically adopted, emotionally scarred.Being a Stark means unlimited tech, endless sarcasm, and very little peace and quiet.Also, Liliana made me pink armor once. I wore it. There are pictures. Please don’t ask.”

[LILIANA – wearing a cape, goggles, and a jetpack she built out of juice boxes]

Liliana:“I’m Liliana Stark. Seven. Scientist. Princess of Doom.Dad says I’m a genius. Mom says I’m exhausting. I say—activate glitter missiles!”

[She presses a button. Confetti explodes behind her.]

Liliana (grinning):“Perfection.”

[Back to group shot – all sitting on the couch, covered in glitter, eating pancakes.]

Tony:“So yeah. This is us.”

Peter:“Some people play board games. We battle murder-bots.”

Y/n:“And clean up glitter. Always the glitter.”

Liliana:“And next week, we’re building a rocket to the moon!”

Tony (whispering):“She’s not kidding.”

[They all look into the camera, smiling like the most chaotic, loving family in the universe.]

ALL TOGETHER:

“Welcome to the Stark family.”

-Season 1 Episode 1 Coming soon!

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Stony fic idea:

I’m back on the Avengers train after a YouTube au trailer deep dive and I have a fic idea. I am throwing out the idea of timelines, canon, and pretty much everything.

My big fic idea is that Howard is still alive and Tony is young, maybe early 20s at the oldest, when all the Avengers shenanigans take place. Maybe that means Howard and Maria have Tony even later on in life or maybe they are just younger, I do not know I am disregarding pesky things like timelines.

Now the main point of this fic is that it is Howard who helps with the Avengers and backs them up being sort of like a benefactor. Steve is of course ecstatic to see and work with his old friend again, but he notices something is off about Howard. He asks some questions, does some digging and finds out that Howard had a son. Of course Steve asks Howard (or maybe Maria if she is around) but doesn’t really get a clear answer other than the fact that Tony and Howard had a fight a few years back and Tony hasn’t been in contact since.

Steve tried to do something nice for his friend and tracks Tony down. Eventually he finds him working on sustainable energy sources in some remote lab in a foreign country (or whatever you imagine I am not too clear on this part). Steve introduces himself and tries to convince Tony to go home or at least talk to Howard. Tony is not impressed, Howard has been an emotionally distant father at best and now he has Captain America come to his place of work to drag him home like a stray dog! Needless to say Tony is not impressed and kicks Steve out on his ass.

Steve is stubborn though and continues to bagger Tony throughout his day to day. Tony has carved out a nice little life for himself among the locals and he does not appreciate Steve ruining it for him. Eventually Tony agrees to talk to Steve and explain the fight and why he will not go home. It turns out that for a little while after Tony graduated college he was able to work well with the old man. They collaborated on a lot of projects and seemed to be getting along well. Until the next Stark Expo when Tony found out that all of the inventions Tony had made everything he designed was being patented as a Howard Stark invention, as solely a Howard Stark invention.

Tony was of course hurt and more than a little angry so he decided that his next idea would be one he kept to himself. His next design turned out to be Iron Man (in its infant stages Tony thought of it as combat armor for troops or even remote controlled soldiers) and from the idea of the Iron Man suit came other ideas like the Arc Reactor and J.A.R.V.I.S. until suddenly Tony was sitting on a cache of technology that would change the world.

Unfortunately Howard eventually found out about Tony’s inventions and shut him down. They had a terrible row that basically boiled down to Howard calling Tony a spoiled, selfish child who didn’t know the powers that he was messing with. Tony in response called Howard a hack who hadn’t invented anything worthwhile since the war and was so desperate to stay relevant that he’ll steal ideas from his son. The fight ended with both of the men storming off angry and Tony went back to an apartment he owned in the city to cool down for a few days. Tony figured that he’d give the old man a few days to calm down and then show him the tech he was working on with the clear stipulation that he gets credit for his inventions.

Only Tony’s plan doesn’t work out because when he goes back to Stark headquarters he finds that he has been terminated from his position and locked out of his lab that contains all his inventions and J.A.R.V.I.S. and all his bots. Tony calls up his dad, yells at him a little and then pleads with him to at least let him get his stuff. Tony even tells him he can keep the suits but he wants his bots and J.A.R.V.I.S. Howard says no. Tony threatens to get lawyers involved. Howard asks with what money. It dawns on Tony that Howard has effectively cut him off or at least he thinks he has (Tony has a personal bank account not connected to his father he has been squirreling away money in for years). Tony is angry and hurt and leaves the country and from there he applies for a gets the job he is currently working in. After that he cut off all contact with his father and erased himself from all digital software (Steve found him through luck, good old detective work, and being able to charm the pants off of little old ladies).

Steve is aghast because he never thought Howard could be capable of something like that. Tony brushes him off and tells him he doesn’t want to talk about it anymore. Somehow the idea of drinks is brought up and Steve mentions he can’t get drunk. Tony takes that as a challenge and whips up something in his lab that can actually get Steve drunk. They both get drunk and tumble into bed together.

In the morning Steve is surprised and horrified to find that he slept with his friend’s son (who is a lot younger than him). Tony is understandably hurt by Steve’s reaction and all of Steve’s attempts to explain himself just make it worse. Eventually it culminates in a fight and Tony kicks Steve out. Steve leaves and goes back to the U.S. where he tells Howard he found Tony and confronts him about the fight and how he treated his son. Howard tells Steve that he was just trying to protect Tony.

It turns out that Howard was following Obadiah’s advice for the inventions and didn’t take credit because he wanted all the glory but rather to keep Tony out of the spotlight (Obie worded it in such a way that it made it seem as if people knowing how brilliant Tony was would put him in danger). The fight was because Tony was messing with dangerous substances and even people without Howard’s knowledge (Tony had interested buyers lined up for some of his tech). Steve then brings up Howard cutting Tony off and Howard says he always knew about Tony’s other bank account and that he cut him off because he knew he was safer away. Howard had started to suspect Obie was involved in some shady dealings and had started to investigate him. As Howard dig deeper he uncovered some dangerous secrets and a lot of illegal activities.

Obie knew how brilliant Tony was and Howard knew that if Obie knew he was on to him then Obie would just get rid of him and move on to making Tony his cash cow. Howard pushed Tony away to protect him and fully intended to bring him home after the mess with Obie was over with. The only problem was that once it was all over with Howard couldn’t find Tony and he had no way of contacting him. He hired private investigators but they turned up nothing and eventually he gave up.

The next part of this fic are fuzzy to me but I think eventually Steve brings Howard to Tony and they have a chat. There is a lot of yelling and even some crying before finally they delve into the bigger issues:

Tony: “You are a shitty father.”

Howard: “I know I want to be better.”

Tony: “To be better you have had to actually be something in the first place. You were never there in the first place.”

Howard: “I’m trying Tony.”

Tony: “Why? So you can steal my ideas and pass them off as your? Live out your long gone glory days through me?”

Howard: “Because you’re my son and even though I don’t always show it, I do love you.”

That is the turning point in the fight and Tony and Howard make up with some awkward hugs and even more awkward tears. Tony agrees to go back to the U.S. and give working with his dad another try (with some heavy stipulation) Howard looks ecstatic that he has his son back and that is about where it dons on Steve that he has miscalculated. Because now Steve has to live in close quarters with Tony who he has grown to like and care for in his weeks pestering him to come home. Who Steve has kissed and held and heard moan. Who Steve would very much like to hear moan again. Who is the very young son of his dear friend, Howard. Howard who is looking at Steve in gratitude and has no idea that Steve has slept with his son. Steve is in for a really hard time.

I don’t really know where the fic ends from here. Maybe Howard eventually finds out and goes into overprotective father mode because that is his SON his CHILD who is barely an adult and Steve was alive during the Great Depression! Maybe Steve tries to dance around Tony and their sexual tension as the Avengers watch on amused. Maybe Tony eventually catches on to the fact that Steve is very attracted to him and starts teasing him everywhere, in public, around his dad, when he is working out, in the communal showers, etc. There are endless possibilities and I think it is really fun to imagine them all.